The breath of the morning I keep

Forgetting the smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town where you can't smell a thing

You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement

Up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits

Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets

They're all uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight

I wish that they'd swoop down in the

Country lane late at night when I'm driving

Take me onboard their beautiful ship

Show me the weird world as I'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me

They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life they'd shut me away

But I'll be all right, all right

I'm all right, all right

I'm just uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight